Amber Consiglio
Stories (3/0)
Living in Fear
PLEASE bare with me and read on. I honestly do not even know where to begin so I am just going to tell you my story. Back in 2018, my husband and I were living in our new home for about a year. We were happy, working, had our then 8 year old daughter and our then 2 year old son. I was in the process of joining the USAF and trying to make a career for myself. My husband and I had some doubts on whether or not I would get in due to some previous medical issues, but the military could get me waivers. While waiting to hear anything from them (the recruiter) my husband and I had talked about more kids. "If I can not get in how would you feel about another baby?" I can remember the slight fear and anxiety in my voice when I brought it up. I was nervous and scared on how he would feel about this. Without skipping a beat though, he replied with "yea, I don't see why not." I can still picture it, I was walking down the road, with my son in his stroller, on my cell with my husband. It was warm and sunny and the sun was shining so bright in a cloudless blue sky. It was an amazing feeling. I hung up with him a few minutes later and begin to walk home. That's when I got the call that we would not be able to go through with the military, which was shitty and sucked, but I was ok with it in a sense. I gave my husband the news and even though it was kind of upsetting not going in, we had a family we were planning now.
By Amber Consiglio3 years ago in Longevity
Still Dealing with the Loss
I was born in 1987 to two wonderful parents. They loved and cared for each other and we were all happy. 18 months later my sister was born, and then two years passed before my youngest sister was born. We moved a few times before settling in New York. Like most families, my parents had their issues and split for a while. Myself, my dad, and my youngest sister stayed in New York, while my mom and my middle sister went to Michigan for a while. I am unsure of how long had passed in between them splitting and eventually working it out, but we were all to meet in Maryland to get back together as a family. On December 26, 1991, my father received the most heartbreaking news possible—my mother had been in a car accident and was dead on arrival at the hospital. She was 22 years old, with a husband and three little girls. He made his way to Michigan for all the proper funeral arrangements and all, but was never the same after. My two younger sisters were too young to really know or understand what happened to our mother. It was not until I was 18 that I was finally given the accident report from that dreadful day. I, to this day, can still picture everything that I read in that report.
By Amber Consiglio5 years ago in Psyche
Thoughts in My Head
Where do I even begin? Before I had ever become pregnant with any of my children, I worked hard. I hated not having a job to support my self and especially hated having someone take are of me. I first got pregnant when I was 18. Even with him, I worked up until three days before I had him. I never let my pregnancy get in my way. The same thing happened with my next child four years later. Within two or three months after having both of them, I was back to work. I wanted to make sure I could provide for my children. In 2016, I got pregnant with my second son. His pregnancy was a bit different. I started to develop back issues and was taken out of work at seven months pregnant. With the pain that I was going through, I did not mind it so much. It wasn't until a year later in 2017, that I was able to get a job. I began working for an armored truck company, with odd hours in the day. There would be days where I would work nine hours or there would be days where I would work 14 hours a day. It was fine, because I knew my kids where with someone I trusted and they were safe. My job on the other hand, was not such a safe job, but it helped with the bills. In June of 2018, out of no where, I had a gran mal seizure. After weeks of tests and being sick, not knowing what was going on, I was diagnosed with seizures and epilepsy. I was told that it can happen anytime, anywhere. With that being said, I was also informed that I could not drive for a year unless I was seizure free that entire year. Well, the problem is, I have what they call silent seizures multiple times a day. With not being able to drive, its hard to find work especially because July of this year, I also found out I was pregnant. I am currently six months pregnant—a stay at home mom that suffers with having seizures daily and a lot on my mind.
By Amber Consiglio5 years ago in Psyche